08/11/16

Robin Williams: Rest In Peace

It’s been two years since the world lost this comedic genius. He was loved by millions and there is a funny thing about it. All these people who mourned the loss of this great man, never knew him on a personal level. I am one of those people. Yet, he connected with so many, we all felt we lost someone close to us. We saw him as an uncle, a father, a brother, or maybe that neighbor that everyone just loved. I was crushed when I heard about his passing. You’re shocked and in disbelief. You just can’t accept it. You won’t believe it. The night he died was a night I will always remember. It holds a place in my heart to a man that could make your bad day into something better. It was one of those crazy random happenstances that made that night into more than just a random night of drinking and having fun.

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07/8/12

A Poem: The Silver Gun

Every so often I get bored and write a poem. It isn’t a great poem and in no way will I ever compare what I wrote to Elliot or Keats. I just write to entertain myself. Maybe not the best way to entertain myself but if it gets the creative juices flowing, so be it. Before you jump to conclusions, I am not depressed nor am I looking to off myself. With that being said, enjoy!

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05/2/10

Bullied To Death- A Poem

Whoever said “South Park” is bad for you was wrong. I was inspired by a recent episode I watched. The episode was from season 6. It was titled, “The Death Camp of Tolerance“.  According to Wikipedia (a very reliable source of information), the storyline is as followed:

In this episode, Mr. Garrison is promoted from his position as the kindergarten teacher to teach the fourth grade. He had been previously demoted for admitting to being gay. However, realizing that getting fired for being gay could allow him to sue the school for millions, he decides, along with his partner, Mr. Slave to perform outrageous sex acts in the classroom.

The children complain about Mr. Garrison’s inappropriate activities, but their parents mistakenly think they are complaining about his homosexuality. The parents believe that the children are being intolerant and send them to the Museum of Tolerance, where all sorts of gags occur, such as the children going on a ride through the “Tunnel of Prejudice”, where speakers project all sorts of slur words at them and waxworks of minorities in stereotypical poses. The tour guide lectures the children about how Cartman being fat is his own life choice, before a smoker is spotted outside the museum and the tour guide and the parents lay into him in the same way they attempted to teach the children not to do with minorities.

To read the rest of the article, click here.

It was a pretty good episode. I forgot how funny this show was. I never look to the show for deeper meaning or some sort of political statement, but at least this episode struck a creative cord and got me to write something.

You play hurtful games

And you call me names

Names that ring inside my ear.

And everyday

Those kids will say

Bastard, loser, fag or queer.

They push me down

upon the ground

With no chances to defend.

And on the floor

I say, “No more.”

Begging, pleading for it to end.

Now at home

I sit alone

With all my peers to blame.

I have no hope

But just this rope

To aid to end the shame.

I step outside

Of a world that died

As I stand up on the deck.

I make a noose

But not too loose

And wrap it around my neck.

A final cry

To leap and die

To end their words of hate.

For when I’m dead

From this world of dread

They know they made my fate.

Thank you all

For heeding the call

Of a life to end so young.

For when it’s time

You’ll pay the crime

Of the boy that you all hung.

Thanks for reading.

Kirk

01/6/10

A Suicide Letter

Take the time to read this poem. Know that there are people out there right now who feel like this. If you are depressed, ask for help. It gets better. People care for you. Suicide is never the answer. I wrote this a while ago.  I hope people get something out of it after reading it. 

If you need help, click the link below

http://www.suicidepreventionlifeline.org/

or call,

 1-800-273-TALK

 

 

The time is now

To bid adieu

To friends and family

Those old and new

To watch the sun rise

And to watch the sun set

To cleanse myself

Of my past regrets

Things I never did

The things I said I would

I did what I wanted

And did what I could

My will was weak

And my hopes were high

I never did

What I said, I’d try

You tried your best

Would say my dad

I’d hug my mom

To not be sad

No matter the smiles

And the hugging and kissing

Something inside me

Would always be missing

Did I make you proud

Or did I make you weep

Would you go to bed ashamed

And cry yourself to sleep

So, sorry for the pain

The breaks and the grief

But after I’m gone

You’ll have that relief

The relief of a burden

The shame and the pain

The son who had nothing

To show or to gain

Goodbye mom

And goodbye dad

Please don’t cry

And don’t be sad

I’m better off

The hurt is gone

Shed your tears

And please move on

Now go be happy

Like you were before

We will meet again

We’ll meet once more